A hurricane looms
No safe refuge for me and mine
For we all inhabit the same stretch of coast
Close to the place where
This angry, churning killer
Will make landfall
Swirling-twirling-whirling mass
A juggernaut
Smashing-crashing
Into and against us
First from one direction – then from the other
Torrential rains hammering at the windows
Eerie winds howling like screaming banshees
Weird wordless wailing warns of the death she brings
Lurking ominously there in her cold, dark waters
Which she will convey from the deep
Rising up like a charmed cobra, to strike far inland
"Storm surge”, it is called
A living, menacing wall of water
Like a powerful, rabid animal which will not retreat
It is a nightmarish tidal wave without end
In its wake - drowning, destruction, death
Our beloved ocean has turned against us
Nipping-snipping at our heels
The fragility of life
Comes to mind
Storms will roll over us
Which we are powerless to stop
… Yet, we can survive
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